Part One: Hubie Hubie lay on the bed, strumming absent-mindedly on an acoustic guitar. He wasn’t sure if he even had the energy to write a new song. He almost felt like if he started Terry would be knocking on the door, wanting to know all about it. He had the door open to theContinue reading “Rock and Roll is Dead”
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And So It Does
OneThe day fades out like a bleeding man. All oranges and reds behind the tree line. Last gasps of light.Last breathe.Before night.A dog barks in the distance, but otherwise silence.I can’t even hear the main road now. Rush hour must be over. The shift change at the prison must be past now.Not too many haveContinue reading “And So It Does”
Desert Songs
*** Trigger Warning, contains violence *** Desert Songs Music playing through the night. Leonard Cohen. Thanks for the Dance. Whose tape is this? No one speaks. Do they still play it on the radio? Do they still play the radio? Who is going to cut the earth? Who is going to dig the grave? TheContinue reading “Desert Songs”
The Ghost
A tale of blood, shadows, and spite by Paul Andrew Sneddon Blood on the PavementThese empty streets. The crowd is gone now. Taste of blood in my mouth. Doors closed. Curtains drawn.The police car parked down the road.Siren flashing.Rain pouring down.The detective.Empty Eyes.My father’s man.His blade.Will do what he is told.Always has. Always will.Taste ofContinue reading “The Ghost”
Some Kind of Salvation
I don’t drink.I think about drinking some times.I think about disappearing into the city,Into the night.Into a rock and roll song.The music.The crowd.The passion.Sparks.I’ve been lost.I’ve been a fool.But the music,Is me.AndI am the music.Like a map,Back to myself.A pawn shop guitar man,But a guitar man none the less.Turn up the guitar.Make it loud.ConnectionsLit up.Me.You.Everybody.Together.SometimesContinue reading “Some Kind of Salvation”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 